Mr MR
arite l'il rafs...good luck...again, no offense intended.
raf is soft like boiled noodle, and a bitch like a poodle
he couldn't find skills even if his name was google//
his game is so brutal, call it ivan the terrible
his rapping's so bad, it makes federline's bearable//
this boy ain't got no chance in this rappin tournament
he gon' be handled, left hangin like a christmas ornament//
he'll never stand taller, he'll never stand-higher
because he blows harder than a washroom hand-dryer//
a damn-liar, a damn-fake, he gives penis' hand-shakes
i just pissed on this busta, like syrup on pan-cakes//
like a hand-brake(hand break), i've lyrically stabbed him to a dead stop//
in this rap game, if he's an ant, i'm an effin pet shop!//
raf don't get sex moans, raf just gets sex laughs
this battle's easy as pie, with my bars, bring the next graph//
the rappers on DR, this kid couldn't even test half
how's he the best rapper? he ain't even the best r@f!!!*//
* DJ R@F is by far the better MC
lil R@fs
This bitch ain’ what he look like, he a fat bastard
Bitch im sayin’ it on you’r face, “you’re a fat-ass turd”
Yeah ur fat… ur a hag, and this is what I heard
I cud change the rhyme, as I flow with ma words
Once I did look at ur name, with a glister lister
What kinda name u screamin’ allday “MISTER. MISTER”
Is that how u roll??? Man that’s a fuckin' twister
Like u fucked ur maid sayin’ that’s ur sista,
She be fucked, she be screamin’ as loud as she’s about’
An’ u be treatin’ that ballon, like ur pubes cumming out
But on the other side, I know u be dissin’ me bad
But right now, I just wanna let this shit out, from ME to ur DAD
arite l'il rafs...good luck...again, no offense intended.
raf is soft like boiled noodle, and a bitch like a poodle
he couldn't find skills even if his name was google//
his game is so brutal, call it ivan the terrible
his rapping's so bad, it makes federline's bearable//
this boy ain't got no chance in this rappin tournament
he gon' be handled, left hangin like a christmas ornament//
he'll never stand taller, he'll never stand-higher
because he blows harder than a washroom hand-dryer//
a damn-liar, a damn-fake, he gives penis' hand-shakes
i just pissed on this busta, like syrup on pan-cakes//
like a hand-brake(hand break), i've lyrically stabbed him to a dead stop//
in this rap game, if he's an ant, i'm an effin pet shop!//
raf don't get sex moans, raf just gets sex laughs
this battle's easy as pie, with my bars, bring the next graph//
the rappers on DR, this kid couldn't even test half
how's he the best rapper? he ain't even the best r@f!!!*//
* DJ R@F is by far the better MC
lil R@fs
This bitch ain’ what he look like, he a fat bastard
Bitch im sayin’ it on you’r face, “you’re a fat-ass turd”
Yeah ur fat… ur a hag, and this is what I heard
I cud change the rhyme, as I flow with ma words
Once I did look at ur name, with a glister lister
What kinda name u screamin’ allday “MISTER. MISTER”
Is that how u roll??? Man that’s a fuckin' twister
Like u fucked ur maid sayin’ that’s ur sista,
She be fucked, she be screamin’ as loud as she’s about’
An’ u be treatin’ that ballon, like ur pubes cumming out
But on the other side, I know u be dissin’ me bad
But right now, I just wanna let this shit out, from ME to ur DAD
Last edited by DJ R@F on Tue Jul 15, 2008 3:52 am; edited 1 time in total